i wanna write another song so here its goes.. tonight i site here thinking that i i cant be in a bad a bad mood there is one thing that could make me mad it would be that of the tone of her voice it would be pleasent if she would try try to get me out of her mind it is over and will not come back its over and done with it IS DEAD these screams of helplessness have drivin me to anger now i am ripping the hair out of MY SKULL the thoughts of her and what we used to do has brought these dredfull tears to my face this has killed me all i want to do is sleep and be in an eternal rest i want to ask you questions of what i want it to be the question is can i can i please have the remanence of my heart back i thought youd be the person that would be true to your acqusitions you have left me and my abaonded HEART in the body of myself as i lay in the gutter on 12th in this small city called chicago...